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Sitting in the funeral parlor
on the night before the day
think I might have left the stove on
think I might have left the door unlocked
I dont know if
the stores will all be closed when I get out
i dont know if
the ch*res will all be done when I get home
sitting in the funeral parlor
listen to the organ play
what if I forgot the trashcan
what if I forgot to telephone
I dont know if
I wrote the number down in my book
I dont know if
I can stand to stay here one more second